Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1887-11-03

IT'S over now. So let me ask you to |
forgive and forget any improper thing |
l may have said on that eventful |
night"
Zone moment" said Choquart, mot
quite so fast, please. Do not tender
your excuses in the regular formP"
Faith, don't quite understand
what form that is. But this l know,
for l have inquired about you and
learned that you are right good fell
low. Come, / have roasted leg of
mutton with kidney-beans. viii you
do me the honor to dine with me, YOU
and your friend? My wife will be
overjoyed. Aglae, why don't you
Gomez Here is M. Choquart, who ac-
cepts an invitation to dine with us.
OF course l nodded assent, while it
was not over difficult to read on Che
quarts relaxing countenance that the
roasted leg of mutton had found the
way to his heart
"Then again. added M. Ballu, who
now felt that he had the game in his
own hands, 81 have certain Madeira
about which l should like to have your
opinion, Monsieur Choquart."
you have no Madeira, SIR" retort-
ed Choquart, with deep frown over
his eyelids.
But
Il say you have no Madeira, sir" ex-
claimed the duelist, raising his voice
and gesticulating like a mailman.
"And please take notice that am not
to be contradicted on this point. |
have drunk but one glass of genuine
Madeira during the whole course of
my life. Twas at the Tuileries Yes,
sir, had just recovered from sick
ness, and was on duty at the Kings
dinner. A glass of Madeira having
been poured out for Louis XVIII, his
Majesty, turning toward the cup
bearer, said: Hand that to Choquart,
and give him my compliments DO
you hear me nowp"
"But, Monsieur Choquart, l assure
you"-
II say that you have no Madeira,
SIR" screeched Choquart, who had
grown furious, and brought his hand
down with terrific force on the wooden
counter. eff you once more dare to
say that you have Madeira wine I'll
tear your head clean off from your
shoulders!-And what else did you say
you hadP"
WELL" said the merchant, who was
somewhat staggered at this sudden fit
of passion. 1--WE leg of mutton with
kidney-beans.
"a leg of mutton" said Choquart
in soft tone of voice, that's good,
when well roasted. But I'm confident
twill be overdone. Have you got such
a thing as a spitP"
"A spitP l should say had," burst
out M. Ballu, with kindling eyes.
Only just pass this way, gentlemen
and see for yourselves.
The merchant let us into comfort
able back shop, which answered the
purpose of n dining-room. There on
the hearth, in front of a bright blazing
fire, fine leg of mutton majestically
turned on spit like planet round
the sun.
THAT looks nice," remarked Cho-
quart, after moment of silent con-
temptation. you are not altogether
an idiot. A man who knows the worth
of spit deserves to live. But why
don't you haste your leg of muttonP'
So saying Choquart took up the ladle,
and began pouring over the meat the
rich stcaming juice At that moment
the merchants wife came in.
"Ah, good day, madame, good day
to you!" said Choquart, as he leant
over and deluged the savory roast.
well, you see what has happened
Your husband isn't dead after all
Dear me, how shall we get to arrange
the NATTER IT'S very provoking
| very"
"Alas, sir, twas severe trial. God
in His goodness, has spared his life.
trust the lesson will be of service t.
him.
{ God in His goodnessp" went OF
f muttering Choquart. That's all very
WELL But we haven't settled ou
little difficulty as yet"
Come, now, Choquart," said /
interrupting him pretty sharply
we've had enough on that score. M
: Ballu has rendered you his best ex
5 cuses in my presence and cordially in
, vited you to dinner. What more d,
you wantp"
Dear me-" said Choquart still
| fascinated by the leg of mutton, a dc
| think it Is beginning to burn at til
: joint"
The difficulty was now over, and tn
t duelist completely disarmed. We al
A had dinner. Choquart recountere'
e his duels to the'upholsterer, and DRAM
: with great gusto his spurious
( Madeira.
Z
4 Choquart died in poverty. Fo
e over twenty years he had lived on
e small pension granted him by tn
S Comte de Chambord When, how
u ever, he received five hundred francs
n his wont wa. to give his friends SUP
n per which cost the same sum, so tina
on certain days of the year he wen
l supperless to bed. Still, he was eS
a tremely punctilious in money matter:
e Another chapter will throw light o.
this side of his character.
/. Several years ago, we were suppins
after midnight, at the Vaudeville cot
g fee-house. Among those present wer
a Bouffe, the lessee and manager of tn
Vaudeville Theater; Briffaut, the joul